The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was only supposed to be a simple night of watching TV. At least, that had been the plan, and the way it had started out. But by the end of the night when Tracy left, Zapira felt that things had gotten off track, somehow.

She and Tracy, long-time friends, had initially been watching TV as planned. Changing from channel to channel, looking for something to watch. Like any other boring weeknight, when neither of them had been able to think of something better to do then veg out. Zapira complained and affected boredom, but the truth was, she didn’t mind vegging out so much. She worked hard all weeklong, and her mind was always racing and thinking about a million things. It was nice to put on something frivolous, and let her mind shut down for a while.

And Tracy was comforting and familiar presence to keep beside herself as she let her mind shut down. She was comfortable enough around Tracy that she didn’t even mind falling asleep in front of her, or even, on one or two occasions, on her, like she was Zapira’s own Tracy-pillow.

But in the course of Tracy changing channels, with Zapira’s remote— though Zapira didn’t mind— they’d stumbled across a random late-night infomercial.

Zapira generally tried not to watch infomercials. She also tried not to watch commercials. She didn’t like losing her place in a show that was airing though— even if it was a rerun— so usually she just muted the sound until the commercial was over and the show was back on. And she stayed out of the number series that delineated the infomercial channel chunk of her cable package.

If she could have canceled just that part of her cable service, she would have, but the infomercial channels were bundled in with other channels in that she did actually want. And every time that she’d called up the cable company to demand that they make an exception for her, and drop the infomercial channels, or else she was going to switch to a different cable provider— the customer service rep she got always seemed to be particularly persuasive… and she was never able to follow through on her threat, and switch over to someone else.

She didn’t have time to warn Tracy though— didn’t have time to tell her to mute it or change the channel, because the sound was on and she could already hear it… and she was forgetting about changing the channel. She was more interested in learning about this product— she wanted to learn everything there was to know about it… it seemed like it would be very useful to her… she should already have one… she should get out her credit card right now and call in…

“Wow, Zapira,” Tracy said, and startled her reverie. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to buy one of these,” Zapira explained. She’d already reached into her purse, which was sitting at the base of the coffee table in front of her couch, and had already gotten both wallet and credit card and cellphone out of it. She could move very quickly when she was motivated.

“You’re going to buy an automated footbath,” Tracy said, deadpan. “Oh sure. That’s a must-need household item that everyone should have. People can’t do without things like that— I don’t know how you’ve gotten along so long without one.”

Even Tracy’s teasing didn’t deter her.

“Yes, I do need one,” Zapira argued back. “I didn’t know how badly I needed something like it until they explained— but just listen to them—“ Zapira gestured at the screen with her credit-card holding hand. “There’s five different settings and it’ll just switch between them as it gages your needs. It’s really state of the art technology!”

Tracy looked from the TV to her. “You’re just parroting the infomercial’s script, now.”

Then Tracy’s eyes widened, as if in dawning understanding. “Are you really that suggestible?”

Zapira looked to Tracy. She sensed a shift… a weight to the question. But this was Tracy, her friend. She was in the habit of confiding in her, and telling her anything. The only reason she’d never told this is that it had honestly not come up until tonight. By happy coincidence, Tracy generally liked muting commercials too, not for fear of buying what they advertised, but just out of annoyance with them, so Tracy had never seen before now.

“Yes,” Zapira admitted. “I constantly buy things I don’t even need. I can’t help it— when I hear advertisements for any product, it just seems so important that I have it… I always just get… so excited… about product features, and then I just want to have one of my own.”

Something lit in Tracy’s eyes. “I had no idea,” She said, in wonder. “Well, let me protect you for one night anyway. You don’t need a footbath. You’ve gotten along long enough without one, you can go on longer without one. Let’s just put this away—“ Tracy was taking the credit card from between Zapira’s fingers— and Zapira was pliant to the movement— and now Tracy was tucking it back into Tracy’s wallet, and wallet and cellphone were going back into purse, and purse back onto the floor.

“There,” Tracy said, in a tone of finality. And just as quickly as Zapira had become convinced she needed the footbath, she was convinced now that she didn’t need it. She didn’t need to buy anything, tonight. Tracy voice had been firm and sensible— worth listening to— so persuasive. She’d do just as Tracy had said. She wouldn’t buy.

“Let’s not watch anymore infomercials tonight either,” Tracy suggested, and Zapira thought that made good sense. “We’ll find some show to watch, and I’ll mute the commercials like always, though now I understand why.”

Zapira thought how nice that would be— and then, when Tracy had found the show she’d searched for, Zapira thought how nice it was to have it on, and then to have the commercials off…

And yet, by the end of the night, when Tracy left for her house, and drove away in her car, Zapira couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted between them… and if she concentrated on that, it almost unnerved her… The night had been simple in design, but in execution it seemed to have become something… more. Something Zapira didn’t yet fully understand.

But she went to bed anyway, and told herself there was nothing to worry about. Tracy was a good friend of hers. Whatever had shifted— if anything had— would only be benign.

Tracy seemed eager to make time for a hang out the very next day. It was a weekend, so Zapira didn’t mind in principle, though she did think it a bit odd. Usually Tracy had other things she was doing on the weekends. She was never this eager to come over, but today she was.

Whatever had driven her to call so early in the morning to arrange a visit also drove her to drive her car over to Zapira’s much more quickly than usual. Zapira knew the length of the drive from her house to Tracy’s, had clocked it herself multiple times, on her own completions of its journey. And she knew that Tracy had shaved fifteen minutes off of it— breaking who only knew how many traffic laws in order to do that— to arrive fifteen minutes earlier than agreed.

Luckily Zapira tended to be an early riser, and also a person who was over prepared for everything, so she was ready to receive Tracy when she came. But was still surprised to see how eager her friend was— she’d driven here in half the time required to make the journey under normal circumstances, and now that she’d arrived, she rushed out of her car and into the house, urged on by whatever driving motivator was fueling her.

“It’s… nice to see you again, Tracy,” Zapira said, as Tracy whisked past her to sit once again on the couch which was centered in Zapira’s living room.

“Sit,” Tracy said; it seemed like a reasonable thing to do, so Zapira sat. She’d been thinking of going into the kitchen to get some water, actually— before Tracy had made her suggestion, but she didn’t care about that any longer. She’d sit for a while first. She didn’t mind being a little thirsty. And didn’t care that she hadn’t felt that way even a few seconds ago— didn’t care in the slightest that she’d just changed her mind.

Tracy shook her head again. “You really listen like that.”

Zapira shrugged. “So I’m suggestible. Whatever— generally I find ways to keep myself protected.”

Tracy gave a rueful smile. “I’m sorry, Zapira. Not this time— you’re too… tempting for me. I’ve been wrestling with it all night— I barely slept— but I just can’t help it. I’m going to take control of you today. You’ll be mine, completely, but at least there will be only one voice directing you, instead of many, coming in from all sides.

Zapira frowned. “What do you mean, you’re going to take control of me?”

Tracy showed her hands, tipping them back from where they were clasped together in her lap, and then re-clasping them. “I’m pretty skilled in hypnosis. You didn’t know that— I never shared it with you. But I didn’t know you were suggestible, either. You never shared that with me. And I’m afraid that, to a hypnotist, a mind as suggestible as yours is a rare treat. I’ve hypnotized many others… even enslaved some… but with most people, it’s quite hard work. There’s disbelief to break through, often, and then outright resistance. Most minds are strong, and need to be worn down.”

Zapira felt fear’s touch brush over her.

“But yours isn’t… your mind would be like a delicacy to sample… you would— you will crumple for me almost immediately, and I can reduce you to… wherever and whatever I want you to be, in almost no time at all. And even now that I’ve said this, some part of you feels it must happen— it’s inevitable— because I’ve already suggested it to you, and for you, it has already become true.”

She had to admit this was right— Tracy had spoken it in a firm enough voice… it seemed inescapable now… Wouldn’t there be relief in Tracy taking her, actually… If Tracy had total control of her, she’d at least be permanently protected from other sources of indirect control… And she was slowly realizing that this was also an idea Tracy had suggested to her, just moments ago, but couldn’t bring herself to care… She’d never been able to fight the compulsion to buy when washed over by advertisements… and she couldn’t fight the impulse to accept suggestion any better now.

“If I were a less skilled hypnotist, I might simply bulldoze over you,” Tracy went on. “One shove of force, and you’d already be mine, but I am not unskilled. I’ll be more gentle with you… I’ll try to construct something in your head that is more layered… partly for the challenge of it, but partly for your sake… I could just clumsily seize you, but there might be other facets of surrender’s experience I could show you if I’m more strategic. And you’ll appreciate that.

She… would…?

Tracy had said it would happen— so now that seemed true also…

“I’ll work counterintuitively,” Tracy announced, clapping her hands together. “You’re going to focus on any negative feelings you have towards me right now— or towards yourself, and your own suggestibility. And you’ll speak them so I can hear… but I’ll put up the pretense of hypnotizing you first; though it’s barely required, I think I’ll enjoy seeing how easily you fall to it.”

Zapira felt particularly vulnerable, as she sat there. She knew her mind was weak, and had no chance of standing up… knew it was inevitable that she would be controlled by Tracy…. and she couldn’t un-know these things… and still felt a little trepidatious at Tracy’s promise to hypnotize.

“You’re turning inwards now,” Tracy said, her voice still soothing and firm. “You’re looking in your mind’s eye— there’s a swinging there. I was in such a rush this morning— so excited by the temptation you present, that I forgot my pendant at home— but I don’t even need it. Not for you. You’re so weak, so defenseless that I can turn your own mind against you, and use it to assume control.”

That made Zapira whimper in fear. She was that weak, and couldn’t deny it. And the swinging was there as Tracy had promised. It was drawing her attention in, just as described, and Zapira was forgetting all about her house’s interior— all about everything that wasn’t that swinging.

“It’s just a string with a bead tied on one end— even in your mind, the locus of induction is weak and pathetic. Childishly simple, but it’s enough to overcome you.

“Just a bead on the string— a small, indigo bead at the end of a black string. The string is knotted just beneath it to keep the bead from sliding off— and now the string is passing back and forth— back and forth— you’re aware only of my voice— and of the swinging bead— and you’re thinking— how pathetic that you can be overwhelmed by an imagined thing, and an imagined, unassuming, unimpressive thing, but you are… as you watch it, all thoughts stop in you head. You can only follow that mental swinging… it’s all you can do, to listen to me and watch as I tell you… You will always listen to me because it’s so easy, and you can’t even fight… You could never even dream of fighting, or hope to do it…”

The words became true as they were spoken. It was silent in Zapira’s mind, though there had been sound just a second before, when Zapira had been thinking the instructed thought that Tracy had suggested to her. And now it was silent again— but she knew she would always listen to Tracy, just as Tracy had said— and the bead made no noise as it swung on its string, but it made a silent no-noise, a lack of noise when it moved, and that was so present it might have been deafening if it had been produced in sound.

“Now the string is swinging faster. It’s making you tired… but you have to follow the swinging, and it’s leading you down. It will swing five more times, and I will count them out for you. Five more times, and then it will stop and hang still, and when it has stopped, you will slip into trance for me. You know how because I say you know how— trance is the feeling of giving into the sleepiness you feel, and sleeping the sleep it’s leading you to, but with open eyes. The sleep you may or may not ever wake from… depending on what I’d like for you.

“One, two… three, four… five.”

The string hung motionless. Zapira felt herself fall asleep and go into a dream. It felt like falling asleep and dreaming. That was the only frame of reference Zapira had to draw on for this, and it was the one Tracy had ordered her to follow. So now she slept, as the string hung motionless.

But it was… different… her eyes were still open— she could feel that Tracy was still beside her.

“Now,” Tracy said. “You’re sleeping deeply in trance. And in trance, all you can do is obey. Even more so then when you are awake. All you want to do is obey. When I speak, whatever I say becomes your truest desire. And now you want to find any negative feelings towards me, my control, or your own weakness, and show them to me. Tell me.”

It was an irresistible compulsion, as still Zapira watched the hanging string. Its complete stillness reminded her she was trapped in trance, and asleep, and could only obey.

“I don’t want to be controlled,” Zapira recited as instructed— just as Tracy wanted to hear. “I’m so weak I collapse under any suggestion, but I’ve always hated that… it’s just that I’m so weak I’m never able to think how much I hate it… because before I can I’ve already given in… and these feelings stay buried in me and they never have time to surface… because I’m either avoiding suggestion and trying to be self-protective, or I’m collapsing under one that’s slipped through.”

“Say more,” Tracy pressed further.

“I collapsed under the weight of your suggestions— you spoke so firmly— I never stood a chance— but I— do hate it underneath— I— don’t want to be controlled,” she repeated. “I want to be free— I want you to let me up from this— make the string swing again. While it’s hanging still I must sleep… sleep the sleep of trance but—“

A finger to her lips stopping her speaking.

“The string is swinging again.”

It swung.

“But that won’t help you. There’s no way out of trance unless I wake you… and now that it’s swinging, you know what will happen to you…”

Internally, Zapira was following the motion of the swinging with her focus.

“I… will become… sleepy… I… am… becoming sleepy… When it stops I will fall into trance again… but I’m already in trance… I’ll fall into… a second trance…”

“Trances layering on trances,” Tracy agreed. “So clever of you to understand that for me— what do you think it will feel like to sleep twice? How much more irresistible do you think the compulsion to obey will be, when you’re in trance twice over?”

Another whimper of fear, but it was only inside her. Outside, she was still sleeping, and could not make a free sound. Had only been able to speak because of Tracy’s prompting.

“The string has stopped.”

She slept.

“You remember all that you just told me— about your negative feelings. I won’t erase those feelings for you. In fact, I’m amplifying them, raising them so they don’t stay buried. But all that happens when you reflect on them is that you feel more devotion to me. I’ve overcome these feeble resistances of yours; and I’m powerful enough to actually use your resistant thoughts as tools to strengthen my control. When you feel them, when you think them, it only makes you want to obey more. And when you obey it touches you with pleasure. Obedience is pleasuring… to obey will pleasure you, always… so you will obey always… and you are obeying when you watch the string swinging and when you watch the string still…”

Zapira remembered… she wanted to be free, she didn’t want to be controlled…but those feelings paradoxically made her want to obey… Tracy had defeated her feeble mind, and was using her own resistance against her, making her crave obedience more… she felt pleasure inside at the thoughts.

“The string is swinging again, Zapira.”

It was. And she was watching, which meant she was obeying, and she was getting sleepy, which meant she was obeying… and she was being led down into a three-fold trance, to new depths… would Tracy have to wake her three-times to get her fully awake? If she sent her down deep enough— dozens, or hundreds of times, it might take so long to wake her that maybe Tracy would just give up on it…

But Zapira couldn’t even worry about that… because she was obeying, which meant she could feel the obedience pleasuring her, warming her with its pleasure, filling her… and that made her want to obey more, so then she focused on the swinging… and became sleepier…

She was trapped, and loved it— except she hated it and didn’t want to be controlled— but those negative feelings were only a further trigger—

“The string has stopped.”

She slept.

“The string is swinging…”

She was dropping…

“We’ll go on like this for a while, Zapira. But you don’t need to concern yourself about that. You’re obeying for me so well… just keep doing it. When you obey the string, you’re really obeying me, and my power… the string swings by my power, and you obey by my power… We’re just going to keep dropping you and see how far you can go. See how many layers of trance we can put in your mind… You really are a treat, Zapira. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you…

“The string has stopped.”

Zapira slept…